crossing the river was the easy part
the sun was glowed as a gentle rain fell
there was a rainbow in the southern sky
it was humid and hotter than hell
the men who rowed the reed boat
told tales of an encounter they had
I sat there listening mesmerized
but inside I thought them both mad
time passed and darkness settled in
I was tired and wanted to call it a night
stories they told me played in my head
I'll admit they gave me a fright
to sleep must be taboo here
they sat round the fire all night
drinking chi chi and snorting powder
ready to leave again at first light